A man wants the photo

"Good photo?"

I look up to see a man about my age, but otherwise appeared to be the opposite of me. He had a messy mop of hair and a 5 o'clock shadow that surrounds the cockiest smile I've ever seen. For clothes, he wore a beat up jacket that did little to hide his tattoos and a shirt that was probably merch for some obscure band. Still, he had the aloof style that's kind of handsome, like the bad boyfriend you have in high school.

"Sure is. Wanna look at it?"

"What if I want to wager you for it?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"We'll go into that booth and see who can make who cum first. Whoever wins get the photo."

"You think there's enough space?"

"There's enough. Trust me."

He maintains that smile, which gives me a feeling he's done this before.

"Alright then. You're on."

The two of us enter the phone booth. Much like he had said, there was enough room for two people to stand. I move into one corner as the man moves into the other. I glance over to the other side, where I see a screen and an adjustable camera, which fit the intended purpose of the booth.

I watch as the man unbuckles his belt before pulling down his jeans, his cock springing free. My eyes go wide when I see just how long he is. Guess being cocky comes second nature when you're so well hung.

"Like it?"

"Mhmm. I sure do."

"Maybe I should take a photo of it?"

I hiked up my skirt. "Maybe after we're done here."

He watched as I tugged my panties to the side and leaned back, doing my best to flaunt my pussy to him.

"You like it?"

"Of course I do. Can't wait to touch it."

"So how are we gonna do this?"

"We use one hand each. Whoever cums first gets the photo. Sound fair?"

"Sounds fair indeed."

"Then touch me."

I reached out to grab his cock, so he returned the favor and grazed my lovelips.

"Ready?"

"Go."

My hand tugged on his cock as he began rubbing my pussy. His touch was gentle to start, eager to get me revved up. He knows not to rush me. He doesn't need to just yet. Admittedly, this is my element. The thrill of being near so many people who may or may not be oblivious to what I'm doing. The thought of risking it all just for a cheap thrill. It's almost as if this stranger knows this is my weakness.

Of course, I have no plans to go easy on him. To start, I stroke him with a twisting motion. Despite my efforts, he's able to maintain a cocky smile. He certainly believes he can win this little competition, but truth be told, I think wiping that damn smile off his face would be more satisfying than any orgasm he can give me.